B E S T F R I E N D | •Tory Lanez ft. Jacquees•

Chapter 53- Get out

Zaiver

As we'd pulled up the house, I prayed that she hadn't caught on to Malik's jailbird comment.

I had no clue where I was going to begin my explanation.

I'd noticed how she'd pulled away from me emotionally after the Mike-Mike situation, so I could only imagine how she'd feel if I told her the truth.

Fuck, I couldn't lose her.

I was nervous. I'd barely parked the car before she hopped out with the few grocery bags we had from our previous shopping trip before we'd ran into her ex.

But she had a sharp mind, even if she didn't bring it up, I knew that she knew.

Sighing, I attempted to get my thoughts together. Maybe we could get past this.

I walked in after her, following the sound of plastic bags into the kitchen before taking a seat by the kitchen island.

I waited, my eyes tracking her as she frantically tried to keep herself busy by putting away groceries—not that there were much of anyway.

Fuck it, it was going to come one way or the other.

"Kya—"

"What he mean by jailbird?"

I didn't say a word. I was ashamed for being so dumb, riding for niggas who cared less about my well being—my life, at the time.

"...How many times?" She whispered.

I shook my head even though her back had still been turned on me. "That don't even mat—"

Her moves had almost been robotic, too stiff as she swung around to face me; her eyes cold.

She was pulling farther away from me and I knew it.

"I said, how many times?"

My head hung, shamefully. "A few times," I said deflecting, hoping it was enough.

The fridge door slammed shut making me look up. "Until you open your mouth and tell me what the fuck you got going on straight up, move ya shit back to the basement," she muttered.

On her way out of the kitchen, "and stay out my way." I reached for her wrist last minute causing her to whip around.

"You was hiding this shit from me, for what?" she yelled, betrayal evident in her voice.

"Don't I always come through for you Zai? What else I gotta do for you to trust me?!"

I couldn't even say anything, I knew I could've trusted her with all of my past history.

I knew I could. There wasn't any doubt in my mind, but I hadn't wanted her to look at me differently.

There was a reason why I'd gone back to school and why I was working my ass off trying to better myself.

I wasn't doing it just for me, but for her. If we decided to take shit further, I wanted her to feel confident in knowing I'd always be here for her to lean on.

Regardless, I didn't say anything.

"Seem like everybody know bout you more than I do." Scoffing, she whipped back around and left the kitchen.

I didn't know why, but that shit broke a niggas heart.